GIDDYUP.
I had learned how to drive under
the influence the very first time I
ever dropped acid. I had driven
to the convenience store to get
orange juice with a couple of
guys, and when they were inside
the store I blacked out and drove
off. I had forgotten why (how) I
had ever arrived. It was the first
of many such rides. Now, like
then, tripping behind the steering
wheel of a car was like being
the captain of some crazy cruise
ship jet ski. The street just kept
leaping up and lapping at the
sides of the vehicle in waves
like water.
I had been to the hospital in Little
Rock once, about one week
before, when one of us had a
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